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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

I have a Spotlight of Kim Iverson Headlee's Snow in July. Please check it out and also my review of the book. Thank You.....

Character Bios

Please tells us a little bit
about the main characters of your book: \

Robert Alain de Bellencombre. Preferring the name Alain for use by close family and
friends, he is a Norman knight in the service of William the Conqueror and a
court favorite. Being the second son of Count Hugh FitzWalter and Countess
Margaret has prevented Alain from inheriting his father’s title and lands,
which caused his first fiancée to jilt him in favor of Alain’s older half
brother Philippe. Alain is the older brother of Étienne de Bellencombre, and
Alain’s failure to protect Étienne at the Battle of Hastings becomes a major
source of grief that Alain must learn to vanquish. The device on Alain’s shield
represents the Norman town Bellencombre, his birthplace: a white rose nestled
in tangle of greenery, on saffron yellow........ Click Link to read More

Monday, October 27, 2014

~ I changed the layout a bit. I hope you all like it.~ I have a great interview with Allison Butler, to read the whole interview click link below. Me: Tell us about yourself Allison: Hi Everyone. It's lovely to be here! I
grew up in country New South Wales, Australia, building pretend castles
with hay bales and leaping white posts with my army of two older sisters
and a younger brother. Many years later, with my mother's influence, I
discovered a passion for words and history, read my first historical
romance and was inspired to write my own. When I'm not writing Scottish
historical romances, I care for the elderly. I live in a small town in
New South Wales, Australia, with my very own Scottish hero, two
beautiful daughters and a Jack Russell named Wallace. I love to travel,
to dance like no-one's watching and to see the sights from the back of
my husband's motorcycle..... To read more click here.

‘RUN!’ Lynelle shouted from the far side of the field
as the horn signalling danger blasted from the keep.

Men and women grabbed sickles and hoes
before fleeing to safety. Lynelle clutched her burden, lifted her skirts and
ran as if the devil were at her heels. Her chest burned with every indrawn
breath as her leather-clad feet pounded the hard ground. Every footfall jarred
her body, distorting the figures running toward the iron-studded gates ahead.

A blood-curdling cry erupted from the pack
of mounted men spilling over the grassy ridge to the north. A noose of fear
tightened around Lynelle’s throat. Would she make it to the keep before they
rode her down? She had to. She must!

Fenwick’s people ran through the gates and
were now safe within the stronghold. Cool shadows cast by the curtain wall fell
about her as she neared the opening. She stopped at the threshold and searched
for stragglers. Seeing none, she hurried inside.

‘I am the last. Close the gates,’ she said,
hoping the guards would do her bidding despite who she was.

She pressed her bundle to her side to ease
the ache there, as the giant beam was lowered into place. A faint lick of
triumph sparked inside her. The barbarians would gain little this day.

Why were they attacking now? Raids usually
took place between Lammas in August and Candlemas in February. It was now
mid-April. They always came before dawn, or late at night, cloaked in darkness,
yet the afternoon’s sun still glowed brightly in the west.

The bailey was crowded. The air filled with
tales of people running for their lives. Grasping her skirts, Lynelle raced up
the uneven stairs to the battlements.

Straining for breath, knees weak as she
reached the top, she forced herself to keep moving. She chose a section along
the wall that granted the best view, and slipped between two of the sentries.
They shifted away from her, as she expected.

She set her bundle down at her feet,
gripped the cold stone before her and peered at the scene beyond the walls.

~ Wednesday I have a special post going up. About Book, Snow in July. I will Review, Excerpt/Spotlight, Character Bio. Please come back and check it out.

~ Don't forget I will also be posting my Thought of my Day Wednesday/Thursday.

~ I have been slow on Reviews because home life is tight right now, also I have been reading books that I cannot post reviews of yet.

~ Halloween this week, PLEASE be careful but have fun. Here is my Haunted Castles and other pictures I like to share.

Poem I wrote

(You can use my poems, but cannot change or alter them, they are mine and in my own words. Please keep them that way)

Once in a while you hear something

Something you never thought to hear

It gets to the bones of you

Tearing through your thoughts

Things like those don’t need to be heard

They should stay where they should be

On the back of your tongue

Never to be put forth

Those things should not be heard

They can rip your thoughts from good to not sure

They can make you feel uneven

They should be unheard they should be left behind

They should never be said 8/27/2012

Poem I Wrote

(You can use my poems, but cannot change or alter them, they are mine and in my own words. Please keep them that way)

I look into the distance I see so much, it is almost hard to take in The tree's so colorful, vibrant and warm The hills so yellow, swaying in the wind The stream runs in the middle, little splashes of water can be seen as the water falls to the bottom The sun hitting just so, that you look in awe of it

How can this beautiful sight be before me How such beauty can be seen here How can I capture it to savor I look deep and hard for I want it etched in my mind What wonders stand in front of me

Man can not take this away They cannot capture it They cannot recreate it They can only look at it and remember it

Because Mother Nature is the painter and Mother Earth is the canvas 5/23/14